Cornell Chicken
Both the Firecracker’s kid and my kid are back for a little bit.
My kid came back first, so he and I had a little lunch together just so we could chat and catch up.
Me: So, how was it with your cousins?
Him: Good!
Me: (nodding) Anything else?
And then once the Firecracker’s kid came back, I took them both out to eat, since we’ve not really had a chance to hang out over the summer.
Me: So, how has your summer been, kiddo?
FCSon: Good!
Me: (nodding) These are good talks we’re all having.
An actual good I had recently was with my old buddy Buckley regarding the entry I wrote the other day, and he invited us to go see him.
Him: The weather is finally getting better. My offer to visit our hood remains open! From now through November will be prime weather.
Me: 100%! Hey, both boys are here this Sunday if you’re around? No pressure if you’re not but I wanted to ask.
Him: That could work!
So, that weekend, we took the train up to their neck of the state.
Buckley actually made Cornell Chicken, which is something I’ve always wanted to try.
Ironically, the day after, I came across this article from my old company that wrote about the history of it and why it’s so good.
Him: It was actually invented by the same food scientist that invent chicken nuggets.
Me: (laughing) Perfect because FCSon is like 79% chicken nuggets by volume.
While the adults were catching up, the kids were playing on a zipline that Buckley installed for his kids.
Me: Buckley is the only person I would trust to put up a zipline (he was an engineer in college).
Buckley’s Wife: Oh yeah, he did everything the right way.
Me: (nodding) Having lived with him alla these years, I believe that.
Told his kids that I’d known their father longer than I’d NOT known him, which is a kick in the head.
The zipline was a nice distraction from the screens…albeit short-lived.
We hung out a bit longer before we took the train home as the dark clouds were looming.
Her: Just think about it, Logan. If we lived in a house, the boys could have a zipline and you could have a grill.
Me: Compelling arguments. But let’s see after the boys head off to college.
Location: Please don’t tell…
Mood: fatty-fat-fat
Music: We’d play pretend in the suburbs (Spotify)
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